Misha’s into you. Like really into you. At first you were just sorta suspecting that he might be– the little smirk, the glint in his eye, the way his hands always found their way to your arm or thigh. But now you know.
Because hot damn, Misha’s pushing you up against the wall. No one’s around, but that doesn’t mean no one will accidentally stumble upon you moaning at the feeling of his lips on your neck and his hand rubbing you down there.
You could orgasm just from that, to be honest. But Misha just breathes against your neck,
“I want to be inside of you…”